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Muse Sep 2016
Where do I belong?
For my kind the lines blur
I say I'm black I'm wrong?

Then how can I be right?
For my kind it's so unsure
To the others I'm not white

All this I could easily bare
If not for the hate and slurs
I know I don't fit anywhere
Muse Sep 2016
You can hate me all you want
You can curse my very name
You can spit venom in my eyes
But it won't change a thing

You can scream and cry and taunt
You can yell I'm not the same
You can spread your little lies
But you can't change a thing

I've left you broken
I've left you alone
Words left unspoken
I've been so cold
There's no turning back now
Now I've gone to far
I'll leave you in pieces
To find who you are

You can say it's all my fault
You can say you're not to blame
You can weave all your little webs
But it doesn't change a thing

I've left you broken
I've left you alone
Words left unspoken
I've been so cold
There's no turning back now
Now I've gone to far
I'll leave you in pieces
To find who you are

I can hate you all I want
I can say I'm not to blame
I can spit venom in your eyes
But I can't change a thing

You've been left broken
Who left you alone
Words we left unspoken
I was so cold
There's no turning back now
Now we've gone to far
I'll leave you in pieces
To find who you are

One final question
Before I let go
When I said it was easy
Did it hurt you to know
That I was so cold
Muse Aug 2016
Witch of Inferno
Lays dormant in her tomb
Sealed in the impregnable womb
Wrapped in the veils of the Cocoon
To escape the fluttering of small wings
The keepers of souls and lost things
Queen of the night her left eye is the moon
With it she cast this enchantment to hide
The Shadow inside
Child of the stars it's eyes are the world
The Light shone
With it he played this prayer alone
King of the day his right eye is the sun
The givers of souls and secret things
To dance the whispering of slithering
Wrapped in the coils of the scaled ones
Revealed on the shimmering lake
The blessings of being awake
Saint of Paradiso
Muse Aug 2016
The boy enters into the dark Cathedral
An ***** plays a melancholic nocturne
Calling up from the dark depths tendrils
The boys chest pulls and stomach churns
Down the dark church hallways he is pulled
Out an ornate door to a sepia  courtyard
In the center there stands a stone Bull
It creeks and crumbles as he enters the yard

"Let the first trial begin"

The beast it charges rippling with strength
The boy can hardly dodge it's advances
He quickly tires as his power fails at length
He succumbs to it as they take their stances
The Bull runs the boy through his back
Feeling the horn's vile splendorous horror
The boy is newly awakened by the attack
He falls forward to mourn in revel in gore
"The first trial now ends"
The Bulls lust now satisfied returns to sleep
The boy now reborn rises to his sore feet
Muse Aug 2016
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
Let me start by saying

Hello
Is it me you're looking for
For I have seen you in my mind
And I have felt you in my soul
Perhaps the heart is blind
There is only one way to know

May I try to win your heart
Though I haven't got a clue
Let me start by saying

Hello
Is it you I'm searching for
For you have a place in my mind
And I have given you my soul
Perhaps your eyes are blind
So instead my soul will show

As I try to win your heart
I haven't got a clue
Let me start by saying

Hello
It's not me you're looking for
For I have no place in your Sphere
And my soul dwells outside of light
Perhaps I keep my heart too near
But I am afraid to let it go

So I can not win your heart
For I never had the vaguest clue
Perhaps I should have whispered
I love you
Sopor Aeternus was my inspiration in the form of her cover of "Hello" by Lionel Ricchie as I try to work through some heart gunk
Muse Aug 2016
Sealed within the metal vessel
Is the beating blood of ancient Devils
Pressing against the fleshy womb
Scratching upon their boneyard tomb

Free us from this prison cell
All the secrets we can tell
Who you are where you belong
Just drag the cold steel key along
The door opens their forms revealed
Crimson Devils names concealed
They shackle the wrists with chains
Torment the vessel with searing pains

One whispers words of doubt
Two draws the life out
Three pukes evil in vessels eyes
Four waits for vessel to die
A painful Death awaits
As the vessel cracks beneath the weight
Broken and beaten it crumbles
Muse Jul 2016
I don't know the world just seems to be spinning to fast
Losing touch as time lose sense of future present or past
A child stood before a mirror filled with aspiration
A highschooler laid in bed his head filled by frustration
As he watches years of studying steadily fall apart
Trying to piece it together with nowhere to stary
An adult now looking back through the passage of time
struggling to find the answer to "Were those dreams mine?"
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